Horrah! Life is good! The crushing weight of my financial crisis has lifted. The fear and reality that we were going to be homeless in a month was difficult to get through. I had run out of options and was preparing for the worst. My financial situation was collapsing in on itself and my friend's barn was looking like the best option.
Flash forward a week later, now we have a townhouse to go to that I can afford! It is in a very artistically vibrant area and close to the boys schools. I am beyond excited. I will miss this big house and the wilderness that comes rambling through but I think where we are going is the right place for us. This place is more like a hiding out spot which is what I've been doing since my stem cell transplant. A friend of mine and I were calling this place, The Debt House. While chatting to another friend, she referred to it as, The Recovery House. That makes a lot more sense.
I wonder if I'll even remember this recovery house, considering how much time I've spent in a haze of medications and fatigue. Not much has happened here, which is exactly what I needed. Quiet and peace.
Moving is going to be hell, but it always is.